"Midnight is like day, five-colored divine light!"

On the snow-capped mountain, in a spacious ice room, the Taoist priest with white hair and fairy wind bones held a whisk in his hand, put it on his arm, looking at the transparent sky like burnt red glass, his face was full of horror, and he muttered in his mouth: "Thirty years of catastrophe, one Jiazi wiped out the world, and the human beings on the earth only had sixty years of luck......

"Amitabha", a kind yellow-robed old monk beside him, raised a single palm, announced a Buddha name, and said slowly: "Niubi, is this the inheritance prophecy of the Daomen?"

The old Taoist priest Xuan Zhen didn't speak, stretched out his right index finger to the sky, shook it slightly, and began to glow, and after a while, the whole finger became crystal clear, snow-white as jade, and then shaken, a beautiful ice butterfly appeared on the fingertips, spread its wings and kept flapping, flying up and down, lifelike.

With a solemn expression, the old Taoist priest Xuan Zhen slowly stretched his index finger out of the ice room, bathed in the red light on the top of the mountain.

The fingertip ice butterfly flapped its wings twice, as if ice and snow met the scorching sun, quickly melted, the old Taoist Xuanzhen sweated on his forehead, shook slightly, the ice butterfly was greatly invigorated, blooming with white brilliance, surrounding the fingertips, and flying happily.

It's just that after just flying twice, the ice butterfly in the red light was dying again, turning into a little starlight, blending into the red light, and disappearing.

The yellow-robed old monk announced a Buddha name: "Amitabha, the Xuantian finger can only support the three-breath time, such a powerful five-color divine light." ”

"The ice butterfly of the old way, the vitality is too weak", wearing a robe, like a middle-aged Confucian said loudly: "The red light can absorb the vitality, and the ice butterfly is the longevity of the yuan exhausted and passed away, if the old Tao is vigorous and bloody, with the cultivation of the old way, it should be able to resist for a longer time." ”

As he spoke, Lao Dao's crystal clear index finger was like ice crystals melting, and it was annihilated in the red light.

The yellow-robed old monk raised his palm: "Amitabha." ”

Inside the ice room, there was silence, and only the long breathing of the three people was heard.

After a while, Confucian Sheng slowly stood up, with a sonorous will surging in his body, awe-inspiring and righteous, and said loudly: "Think of my human ancestors, make up the sky, chase the sun, build an ark, control the flood, and shoot the sun...... Fighting the heavens and the earth, standing between the heavens and the earth, and the catastrophe of the heavens and the earth, must not destroy my human luck, let alone shake my human ambition. ”

The old Taoist priest Xuan Zhen said in despair: "Those are just myths. ”

Confucian stood up, took an arrow step, rushed out of the ice room, stood in the red light, spread his arms and laughed: "Hahaha, who has not died in life since ancient times, only righteousness exists, old Tao, holy monk, scholar, I will take one step first......"

The sound of laughter was still echoing in the air, and the body of the Confucian scholar was already like porcelain, peeling off layer by layer, and in the red light, it disappeared with the wind.

The old Taoist priest Xuan Zhen was shocked, stretched out his hand forward, and shouted: "Nerd, you ......"

The yellow-robed old monk raised his palms and announced a Buddha call in a low voice: "Amitabha, the scholar's move is aimed at telling us the two of us not to succumb to fate, but to rise up and fight." ”

The old Taoist priest Xuanzhen looked at the empty mountain top in despair, and after half a sound, he said leisurely: "On the top of the holy mountain, the ice and snow are about to melt for ten thousand years, and you and I have no power to return to the sky." ”

The old monk in the yellow robe: "Amitabha, I don't know how many people in this world can get through this first difficulty." ”

The old Taoist priest Xuan Zhen shook his head helplessly.

The ice room fell silent again.

After a while, the yellow-robed old monk said leisurely: "I heard Xiao Zhang say that there are two boys who have digested the Qianlong Type III reagent that the old Taoist Xuanzhen threw out, and one of them is not very seriously injured. ”

Lao Dao looked at his empty right index finger blankly, and said leisurely: "So what? The lethality of the Hidden Dragon Type III reagent is much weaker than this divine light, and the catastrophe of heaven and earth is coming, this is the fate that the earth cannot escape, it is another era of life, and the beginning of another reincarnation." ”

......

The wind of Great Summer is blowing, and every second changes it.

The second wave of disaster has just begun when the building is no longer melted by the summer breeze that blows, and when the frightened people in the building are rejoicing that they will not melt at all.

Directly opposite a half-section of the building, is the main street of Licheng, paved with fried sand, and there is no soil for vegetation to survive...... Several survivors on the second floor suddenly saw that a cactus broke through the ground from the fried sand on the street, and in less than three minutes, it had grown to the level of the second floor, and after a few minutes, it had grown into a behemoth, towering in the middle of the road.

The cactus thorns, as thick as a thumb, and the silver arc of thunder light traveled back and forth on its surface, rubbing sparks from time to time.

The infinitely crazy cactus rushed to a height of more than 20 meters, higher than the remaining building, and rushed into the summer wind, the wind of the Great Summer mercilessly wanted to melt all the creatures that rushed in, the cactus stubbornly resisted, and suddenly, over the street, it seemed that a storm was coming, and bursts of thunder broke out.

Several of the remaining half-section buildings that were too close to each other were hit by the thunderstorm and the fish, and in the thunder, bursts of green smoke rose and collapsed, and the survivors inside were burned to charcoal in the thunder and fire.

......

Not far away, in the corner of a remnant half-section of the building, a slanted leaf banyan swayed higher and higher, and then many bucket-thick banyan branches and leaves climbed all over the building, forming the building into a giant barrel-shaped net.

In a house, the three survivors were dumbfounded, looking at the huge banyan branches outside, not knowing what the tree was going to do when it entangled the building, and suddenly, the glass on the window crackled, as if it had been broken with a hammer, and countless arm-thick, snake-like banyan roots wrapped around the three of them.

......

In the capital, Leng Linyou looked at the red sky outside the window, and saw those strange tall and strong plants that suddenly appeared, and his heart was cold.

The laboratory had cut off all contact with the outside world, all the equipment had failed, and as far as the eye could see, the huge city that should have been cement and steel, had strangely risen into the sky with many tall vegetation.

On the opposite side, the remaining half-section of the buildings were crushed by the huge plants that rose into the sky, and the pavements of the streets and alleys were lifted into the air by the plants that broke through the ground.

A pale student stood beside Leng Lin and asked in a trembling voice, "Professor, what is the red light in the sky?

Leng Lin's eyes were full of sadness, but also full of determination, shook his head, and said affirmatively: "It's definitely not a supernova explosion, the supernova gamma-ray explosion will only last for about 2 seconds, and the longest will not exceed 1000 seconds......"

Speaking of this, Leng Linwu turned around and looked at the student: "Lin Qiang, you can call him, the wind of Great Xia." ”